Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Royal FlushНазвание : Dead LetterДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : new york rap hip-hop hip hop underground rap Видео:
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[Royal Flush] Dear Magic, how is livin life up there? Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer I sware, shit is really sink down here Pardon the wet spot, but that`s a drop from my tear Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he`s still out here Plus your little brother`s growin up, mom`s steady holdin up But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shit`s rough Plus I started rappin and such, and signed to Blunt Tryin to make it platinum and plus And even tried dust, put in handcuffs `Member little John I snuffed, nigga startin to act to tough Caught him off guard and got bucked So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much [Chorus 2X] And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I`m stuck between the evil and my destiny It`s dedicated to my niggas, that`s rest in peace [Royal Flush] I`m constantly thinkin bout your presence We used to bustin weapons and cursin out reverend We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven Rollin dice was heaven, started fuckin grown women Drivin cars is tinted, if it`s beef we all in it Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin and bented Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision Is it you I`m really missin, I turn my head when no one`s listenin The last words you said "Tell Uni that I`m whistlin" [Chorus 2X] [Royal Flush] P.S., I`ve been writin you, since you left Never understand why you wasn`t wearin a vest But for you, it`s God bless, take it off your chest I guess it`s all a test, smokin mad weed for the stress Put my A-alike to rest, I`m gonna stay here and live life up to best You got my pictures yet? Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin mad Moet That Carnel shit, if you ain`t got them, I send some more flicks So right me back quick cuz soon or later I`ll be wit you smokin mad spliffs Plus I got a headache and my hands startin to slip I miss you so much, I can`t deal wit this shit [Chorus 4X] | Похожие исполнители:
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